24 March 1529
We went to mass in the morning. I tried to keep a straight face during mass but I was so confused since mass is in latin. I just hope nobody noticed it or heard me reciting the prayers because I was only mumbling.
After mass, I started with my lessons. Lady Darrell didn't gave me difficult tasks only brushing the Queen's hair receiving and sending messages. Even opening the door when someone knocks. But the lessons were hard like helping with the jewels and the gown,the hairstyle etc.
However she told me not to worry now but in the future it will be my job.
I had free time in the afternoon so I decided to walk and explore.
"You will be Queen of England and bore a male heir to the King." a male voice yelled from an apartment. I stopped and listen.
"NO! I will Not!" a female voice said in fury.
A slap.
"Yes you will, you silly girl."
"Listen Anne. You have succeed to be in the King's mistress more time than the previous. More than your sister. Think about our family. We will receive more."Another male voice said softly but demanding.
I walked away from the door and continued walking in deep thought.
"Lady Margaret." Someone whispered. I jumped and turned around. It was the Duke of Suffolk, widely grinning.
"Your Grace" i curtsey.
"The King wants to see you."
I nodded.
"Your Grace, who lives in the apartments down the hall? If I may ask?"
"The Boleyns." he answers blankly. "Why do you ask?"
"For no important reason. Just curious."
"Curiosity killed the cat, my lady." he smiled.
"It won't kill me." I smiled back.
We arrived at the gardens and the King was smiling once he saw us.
"Your Majesty." we said in unison.
The King nodded his head and dismissed the Duke.
The king gestured me to follow him.
"How is court? Do you like it?" He asked
"Yes, your Majesty. So far I do."
"I told you, my lady call me Henry"
I nodded.
"Yo… Henry may I ask you something?"
He stopped and turned to face me.
"Of course." He said smiling.
"Do you have a mistress?"i asked. " I am sorry to so straightforward but i heard a conversation in the halls and the Queen was sad and angry when…"
"Yes." He answered before i could have finished my sentence.
"Why? Don't you love the Queen?" i asked.
He walked towards a nearby bench and gestured me to
"I do. But she can not conceive a son, heir to the throne."
He told me calmly.
"And the Princess Mary can not be Queen? Because of her gender?" I asked.
"Yes. I love my daughter but I do not want another civil war in England." he said avoiding to rise his voice.
"Henry, give the Queen another chance. She can conceive a son." I lightly hold the top of his hand. "Have faith."
He gave me a small smile.
"You are so naive." He told me. "It time for you to go back to the Queen's chambers."
I nodded and curtsied.
I walked in the hallway that lead to the Queen's chamber, thinking about the King admitting he has a mistress. Turning to a corner, I accidently bumped into a beautiful black headed young lady.
"Sorry Ma'am"
"Call me Anne. Anne Boleyn."